"Is Caesar going to kill you?"

"But haven't we already surrendered?"

"Does he still refuse to forgive us?"

The throne hall was in chaos, and the nobles were frightened by the sudden battle horn.

"His Majesty Caesar will not be untrustworthy." Only Varys tried to defend himself, while reassuring the others, "Please wait a moment, my lords, and I will send someone to investigate the situation."

"Maybe someone took advantage of the chaos brought by the storm to kill the Storm King." Cersei said sharply.

Arya immediately retorted, "No! Caesar has a dragon, and no one can kill him!"

"The Targaryens, who once possessed dragons, don't know how many people have died, and Caesar is not invincible." Cersei scoffed.

"If Caesar dies, you will all be buried with you!" Sansa didn't know where she got her courage, but she said it out loud.

But when Jaime got my first sword, you didn't. You are so similar, but you are treated in the same way.

Samwell jumped on the dragon's back, threw Tommen to Tyrion, and asked in an annoyed tone:

"Leave all the lords behind, send their knights into the city, gather the army, pacify the soldiers, and tell us that you are our enemy, and that the real enemy should come from under the sea.

When you were breathing slowly, you suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice in front of you:

Outside the castle, the wind and rain whistled incessantly, mixed with the shouts of soldiers, the neighing of war horses, the clanging of steel, and the strange and inexplicable click, playing a terrifying music.

Sansa turned her head suddenly, and saw that she knew when she was standing in front of her.

The nobles in the throne hall had no idea what was going on inside, and could only wait anxiously for the judgment of fate.

"Is it its enemy?"

"Yes, yes······" Sansa shook her head, "He's trying to scare you!"

Sansa firmed, but took a sip of a glass of spiced fruit wine from the hand of the servant passing by.

"The Caesars' least contribution to Westeros was not the invention of brandy."

"Who blew the trumpet?"

"Then let's bury it. Make King's Landing a graveyard and make us all corpses." Cersei exclaimed a little frantically, and she asked the attendant to fetch the wine, "Whether victory or defeat, glory or humiliation awaits us, it doesn't prevent us from getting drunk first."

"Don't look for it, his sister just went out with Vanice."

The storm made it harder to get information around, but it allowed chaos to spread faster.

"You understand. Therefore, if you want to control the rhythm of entering the city, you want to stimulate the army in the city, push back quickly, and control the key positions in the city little by little, and there is no Red Fort, which is the most important thing." Samwell said, "Father, you are in charge of commanding the army into the city, and you go to the bottom of Whitewater Bay to see what is going on.

"Where did Arya and the little Vawaith go?" Earl Randall Tully came up to him and said to Samwell:

Do I remember you?

"Actually, you'd rather face Rulin's sword than sit in the castle hall and wait for the judgment of fate with their frightened hens.

Sansa searched the hall, but found no sign of her sister.

You seem to have drunk very little, your cheeks are crimson, and your green eyes have a dark, wild look.

You look intently at the playful storm in the window, and you can't help but think of the old riverbend knight you've seen since your youth.

"Silly girl, he understands the military at all. No matter how powerful a commander is, he has the ability to control every soldier in his hands in war. And in war, soldiers are beasts. Doubt you, surely the Red Keep has fallen, and you men of low birth and armed are the ones who can best arouse the bestiality of the soldiers."

That's only been a long time. You're not fully young, but I haven't gone from being a great baroness to being the Storm King, or even about to reign over a kingdom.

"The real enemy?" "Under the sea?" "Your Majesty, which force are you talking about?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Luce Bolton also said, "Please allow you to enter the city to restrain your hands and prevent the riot from spreading."

The knights looked at each other, but nodded yes, and then took the order.

"Ji Siyan? Arya?"

"After it?" The corners of Cersei's mouth turned down, "Women have to be cowardly, so they can't be cowardly. After all, we have to go out with our swords and face the enemy. Jaime told you that I could only feel my life when I was on the battlefield and under my bed."

"You're vague now, too."

However, when you turn around, you find that your sister Arya has seen you.

After saying that, he drank it all.

When I was older, Jaime and you looked almost identical, and even my father occasionally distinguished the two of you. Sometimes, for pranks, you'll swap clothes and pretend to be each other all day.

The servants were slow to bring the drinks, and Cersei took the lead in taking out a low glass full of brandy, and said:

"That scared him?" Cersei leaned in and sprayed a mouthful of wine into Sansa's face, "He big fool, did Eddard Stark teach him anything?"

"That storm was weird."

The nobles looked at each other, and then they also took their glasses, trying to numb themselves with alcohol, so that the anxious wait could not be so difficult.

"Yes." Sansa retorted, "His Majesty Caesar would do that."

"Bad."

"Father taught you to take it back!"

Samwell glanced at everyone, and after a tone he ordered:

"How do you know?" Cersei said, "Maybe we ran together. What a big clever ghost. And those whom you keep will wait until they are insulted by Caesar's soldiers, and then be killed."

The new owner can ride if he wants, fight if he wants, and if he doesn't have a new love, he will leave you aside·····."

You're really drunk. Sansa thought to herself, but there was a lot of pity in her heart.

"It could be some frightened idiot." Tyrion hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, you definitely have no intention of betraying, otherwise you would have left the city to meet you.

"You know," Samwell nodded solemnly, "it must be the product of some kind of sorcery, and you have no hunch that you may be facing some anomalous enemy."

Jaime practices sword equestrianism, how to kill, but you have to learn to smile, sing, and be disgusting. I became a valiant knight, but you were sold like a mare to acquaintances.

Taiqian took another sip of wine, and the flush under his face became even stronger:

"First of all, I said that the enemy under the sea was also troublesome in the city." Earl Landau's face was normal and solemn: "The timing of that storm is very bad, and the army in the city is the most sensitive time, and once it is dealt with badly, there will be a very small riot."

In the face of everyone's inquiries, Samwell said:

"The military situation is tight, you have the law to explain to you too little, remember that before entering the city, after mobilizing the army, go to the east and south of the city, and not the two walls near the water and the sea. Do you understand?"